Page 3 of The Tiger's Secret Baby (Savage Shifters Special Ops 4)

“Are you okay?” he whispered.

“Yes, love, I am. I need you,” I said.

Smiling tenderly, he continued his journey until all his ten inches were buried inside of me.

I moaned, my fingers massaging the hard muscles in his shoulders and back.

There was some slight pain, but he felt so good. Surely, this must be what heaven felt like.

Slowly, he started to move. He pulled out and then moved back. I could feel my inner muscles move with him, tightening around him, holding him, massaging his shaft.

As he moved within me, the friction built the heat, both in my pussy and in my body. I pictured a raging fire consuming everything in its path as it rushed through me, to center in that tunnel between my legs.

Damian began to move faster and faster. My heart began to beat harder, thundering against my chest. My breathing was a rush of air that I sucked in between my lips and pushed out the same way.

Then, I heard the waves crest, and a flood of hot, searing liquid rushed out, covering his hard, thick cock.

He moaned and pumped a couple more times. Then, he began to throb, and he shot a hot geyser of cum deep into my womb.

I didn’t know it then, but that would be the start of the most wonderful thing in my life.

A couple of nights later, he came to me with a serious look on his face. The look scared me.

“My friend, Lucian, is joining the Army. His brother, Cedric, has been killed in the line of duty. He is my brother, here,” Damian said, his fist to his heart. “I must go with Lucian to protect him, so he doesn’t let his grief blind him.”

I couldn’t say anything. I was in so much shock. I felt as though the ground had just dropped from out from under me.

“I will stay in touch. When we return, we’ll marry and raise our family. We will have a huge pride of tiger shifter babies.”

I nodded, but deep in my heart, I knew that it wouldn’t happen that way. It never did.

He came home after boot camp, and we had a few nights of just holding onto each other and making sweet love. I knew in my soul that I would lose him, but I wanted as much as I could to hold in my memories.

The letters regularly came, at first. I got one at least once a week for the first couple of months. Then, it was once a month. Then, there was nothing.

I had discovered I was pregnant a month after his leave was over when he graduated from boot camp. I never told him, because I didn’t want the baby to tie him to me. For me, it had to be love or nothing.

It turns out that it was nothing. At least for a while.

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Ember

Iam so glad that I knew Damian was a tiger shifter before we made love. Otherwise, I would have been completely shocked the day I walked into my daughter’s bedroom and found a tiger curled up in a ball in her crib, sound asleep.

This had taken me by surprise. I guess that I knew in the back of my mind that she would be a shifter, I hadn’t expected to check on my baby girl and find that she had turned into a tiger cub. I wasn’t sure when I expected her to start shifting. I guessed that I had tried hard not to think about it. I was just trying to survive life one day at a time.

Although my Rose was a beautiful little cub, this presented an issue for me. I couldn’t exactly continue taking her to daycare. I was certain that she had no control over her shifting abilities, and certainly, a one-year-old would have no concept of the idea that she shouldn’t shift in front of the mundane people.

Heaven was looking out for me, though. Soon after I found Rose in her cub form, I received an inheritance from my grandmother’s estate. I had never really known her, but it seems that I was her only living heir.

The money was enough to buy a huge ranch house on forty acres of land. I couldn’t teach in a traditional classroom because I had no one to take care of Rose. I thought that instead, I could form my own private school for shifter kids.

It’s funny how Robert Burns wrote, “The best-laid plans of mice and men always go awry.”

One crisp winter morning, I was in town. I saw a small boy who was about nine years old shivered in a threadbare coat, trying to scavenge food from a trashcan.

My heart broke for him. His long brown hair was matted and messy. His shoes were holey, and his face was extremely thin.

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